Grace Rue, surviving from all sort of disasters fate brought upon her, works as a sex worker in the famous club, 'Paradiso'. Adapting to this lifestyle, finding it the only way to control men's desires, she considers herself a queen but gets an offer from a mafia, Levi, to become his sex partner.
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"I love you, Blush..."
“Sorry, we’re not supposed to have a relationship with our customers…” I jerked his hand off of mine sliding my panty up.
“Would you mind?” I turned my back asking him to hook my bra.
I only heard him sigh as he gently touched my back, his hands groping my body.
“Can you please just love me? I’ll take you away from this ugly world.” His voice sounded desperate but it couldn’t reach me and I replied with a smirk.
“Why are you here then?” I rummaged through his pocket, took the cigarette out and thumped my body on the bed.
His eyes quickly landed on my boobs as they jingled because of the strong pounce, and a grin escaped from my lips.
I loved the rheostat I have over men; it makes me feel powerful, prevailing, invincible. Unlike the time when I was scared of these libidinous men.
These hungry monsters only thrive for my body just to quench their thirst.
“When am I going to meet you again?” He kept on fidgeting with his fingers, no matter how innocent he was trying to act, I knew they were all the same. They only want one thing and for that, they can do anything.
“Soon…” I lit the cigarette up puffing its smoke on his face and wore my clothes back, I could see his eyes gazing and glaring my back, but this was it, thinking I’ll hug him but…
I don’t take shit for feelings, I don’t know what that is, I take sex as a job, and I can’t seem to recall the last time I had a satisfying orgasm, oh! Right, never!
“You’re done?” My manager stood before me as I was walking on my way to the washroom.
“Ah! Just give me a break.” I snorted at the number of clients I’ve handled and rubbed my hands over my face.
“It’s Monday, everyone is tired, some from their jobs and some from their wives, of course, they just need some pleasure.” He was a true bastard, the man I loathed but he was also my savior so, I guess it can’t be helped.
But today, he had a different charm, like he’d even give me a bonus if I asked for it.
“I just got some news, a wealthy mafia is coming here, tomorrow night. Take a rest until then, you’ve got to serve him.” The reason behind his charm, of course. He tapped my shoulder with the evil grin sitting on his face. We finished talking and I kept on scratching my head being baffled.
This is how my life has been for the past five years, well, it was worse than that so, I’m not grouchy about it.
It was six in the morning as I walked out of the famous club, ‘The Paradiso’ formally, but a brothel, a hell in all honesty.
I walked out with a long trench coat draping down below my claves but still, it couldn’t stop the cold breeze from making my steps slow and shiver but I had to go home at some point so I hurried.
The streets were getting busy rapidly as the sun was rising, I froze to my place to breathe in the beauty of the sun and heard girls giggling around in their school dresses.
I beamed looking at them, this was once my life too.
“Hey, could you please click our photo?” One of them rapidly ran towards me and I got startled.
She had this sweet smile on her face, I saw my likeness in her and zoned out for a moment remembering my old life.
“Hey, don’t talk to her… she does bad things.” One of her friends grabbed the small girl’s hand taking her away. Wow… bad things.
I kept on staring at her gaze filled with disgust, and I sighed. ’Come back to your senses, this is your life now.’ I whispered under my breath and continued walking again to reach home.
“You are home?” A cute little voice echoed in that small room as I opened the door. “Grey, didn’t I tell you not to wait for me? Did you get any sleep?” I slightly patted his silky light brown hair.
My brother was the only hope I had in my life; that cruel bitch left us all alone to beg on the streets. I would never forget those screams, those tears, the greed for money-
“Let’s get you ready for school.” I picked him up in my arms.
“I can get ready by myself.” He forced me to put him down, a seven-year-old is definitely able to do that but I don’t how quickly kids grow these days. Time passes swiftly.
I dropped him at his school and jumped to my bed as soon as I got back home. I had little to no time to recover, my nights are sleepless, my days are busy, eventually sleepless.
In all honesty, I escape sleep because I'm more frightened of the nightmares than the puffiness under my eyes.
I heard a loud ring… “Ugh! This fucking, stupid… bloody motherfucking--- shit…” I got up as soon as I perceived the annoying sound of the alarm, it tore me apart and I put it off in a whim.
I work as a part-timer too; my brother goes to one of the most prestigious schools in Seattle since I didn’t let my circumstances ruin his childhood. Working as a sex worker didn’t seem enough though it paid me a lot, I was just avaricious to earn a few pennies here and there.
So, I continued living hanging on the hopes of that diary… ‘Stefan’s High’
“Grace… you’re late.” The boss yelled as I quickly tried to hide between the vending machines but got caught.
“Uhm… guess, you’re right.” I gritted my teeth getting ready for an earful but it was really busy today to occupy a worker for a stupid lecture.
“Go back quickly… take the empty counter.” So, this was my usual schedule. Working as a slut in the night while living a life of modesty in the morning.
“One coke and chicken nuggets to go, please… Huh! Blush?” I looked up hearing my stage name.
The man who I slept with last night was here. Life is too shitty for coincidences... but it happens to me often. Given my life is shit, I began to believe in coincidences and the fucker called fate.
A fate unhinged and too adamant to change, but I try, I try.
“Keep it down…” I whispered getting scared of being fired any time. He threw an uncanny smile and roared. “You work as a sex worker, right?” He felt proud of the words coming out of his mouth.
Just like I have control over these men at night, they rule me in the morning.
All eyes were on me, people arbitrating me, some with lust and some with disgust. My eyes stared at my feet in embarrassment. That’s what they are, piece of trash, didn’t he just say how he loved me and is now mocking me, taking revenge?
“You do this to hide that you’re a slut?” He didn’t keep quiet at it and kept on babbling shit.
I felt my nerves busting with rage, my pupil grew larger covering the iris and I grunted. "How the fuck do you know? You work there too...?" I punched him making his nose bleed.
Despite the shitty circumstances I live in, my temper is foreign to the word calm. One syllable however a pain in the ass.
“You fucking bitch…” It became chaotic and I found myself shoved out of the cafeteria.
I was thrown out again, “Fucking hypocrites…” Working as a slut didn’t mean I walked with cum on my hands, or a dick shoved in me twenty-four seven.
MANAGER: Grace, that mafia we talked about will be here by 10, make sure you’re prepared and all, just reminding... xoxo.
I got the text from my manager; a few pathetic sighs are all I have left. Not wasting anymore time, I went to pick Grey up from his school.
“How was school today?” I asked sitting at the dining table with my brother. “You know, Ashley said she likes me.” He smiled cheekily and I bet he doesn’t even know what the word ‘like’ means.
“And what did you say to her?” I shoved a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and he chugged it down. “I stopped talking to her because Elsa told me she’s jealous.” Kids these days, they’re unbelievable.
“Grey, you aren’t supposed to be rude. What did I teach you? You respect people and their opinion so, what are you going to do tomorrow?” I don’t want him to become like those scumbags. I want to make him understand the meaning of ‘man’. It’s not just abusing the authority this society gives you but using it wisely.
But if I was a man, I’d wish to turn into a woman for obvious reasons. Being a man is ugly, wretched, arduous.
Not that my life as a woman is good, it is not even considerable however it is better than those pitiless bastards who lose their stance over a naked body.
“I’ll apologize to her for being rude.” He smiled showing his teeth to me. “Okay then, I’m leaving. Make sure to lock all the doors and sleep tight.” I kissed his forehead, put him to bed and waited until he slept.
“Love you, baby” I whispered and left to my dark world again. I recalled the first time I entered... I was forced to enter in this club, to please men, who thought this would become my life?
“You’re here?” The manager enquired.
“No, just my soul checked in.” My snicker faded into discomfiture when he didn’t laugh and I stood still.
“Listen, if we get him hooked up, consider yourself rich. He’s the wealthiest mafia we’ve ever had. Just make sure to spill your poison on him, show him why you’re in demand…” He hyped me up uselessly and I sat down for the girls to do my makeup.
“Is this, what I’m supposed to wear?” I looked at Jess, my stylist, nodding at me. A black thong and see-through bralette?
Why not just let me walk inside naked, I could see how desperate the manager was to lure this client in. But he knows nothing, if we show all our trump cards at the first level, the client will lose his interest.
“He’s here…” The manager shrieked and I took a deep breath before finding my way to the room he is waiting in.
It’s just sex, I reminded myself.
The door slammed behind me; all I could see was a dark silhouette. I could tell he was exceptionally tall even though he was sitting.
I sluggishly walked towards him, the light falling on his face, his sharp-jawline was what I saw first.
My steps followed and my gaze turned up to see his light green eyes, piercing at mine. The black hair on his head fell on his forehead, he ran his huge hands through them while biting his lips.
Those lips, lush. Debauched. Ensuing.
Coaxing me to fall into his arms already, his stance threw money, money that I crave for. He sure as hell was rich, and I loved that about him already.
I hate darkness, but for a moment I stiffened at my place, drowning in his features, his eyes calling for me. I want to say he is ugly, but whatever light I could see from, he was nowhere near ugly. I wish he was...
I turned on all the lights in the room getting curious to see what he looks like and because I can’t stand obscurity too.
“For how long are you gonna stand there?” His hoarse voice sent shivers down my spine and stormed directly to my pussy.
I’m not sure what to feel but his embedded eyes could make me his slave. He got up, grabbed my hand and threw me on the bed.
“What’s your name?” He leaned on my body.
“Blush” I replied.
“Blush, become my sex partner.” He ordered, the green in his eyes turned dark despite the light of the room and my breath halted.
Life and death, it doesn’t come with a warning, dreams and nightmares are the same. Because I found him standing before me, nightmare? No. My death. One moment I was dying with pleasure and the other, I had Levi’s words ringing inside my head. The notion called sanity has turned into just vague and timid emotions for me. Not him but his death haunts me, and at times like these? “You okay?” His brow rose up, worry cascading on his face, I want to nod, I want to say yes but I can’t. And I'm guilty, I'm feigning ignorance. I don’t want to face the look he’s having right now, the look which is not sympathetic, because my eyes, they speak a different language than usual. The thought of thinking about Levi in an indecent way never struck me before, and by this am I, am I breaking Phoenix’s heart? Am I, am I cheating on him? With a dead person? I want to shut these thoughts down, because I know I love him, but by any chance do I have feelings for Levi at the same time? No, no, I'm
The value of life for me has become ambiguous. What is life other than days of death and nights of haunts? Isn’t it better to just end it? When all I see is dick waiting to be shoved inside some pussy. But I didn’t know, killing someone would make my soul bright. I feel reborn. I feel invincible, I feel like I can take over the world and nothing, nothing scares me anymore. “Where were you?” His hoarse voice was enough to tell me the storm I'm about to face soon. A hint of rage coursing through. I looked around the dark hall, no one but a sound, a sound, anger, ire, fury, Phoenix. Words that don’t go along with him were what I felt all together coming at me. And before his frame, the bright caramel eyes appeared within the dark. I gasped. “God, you scared me.” I tried to mock it off. “I scared you?” He growled and sluggishly ambled at me. His hands crossed at his chest, waiting for a justification I don’t have. Of course, I'm not going to tell him I killed someone, and I’m ha
I love Phoenix, but remember when I said that maybe I'm ready to give up on my past and start a new life with him? Forget it. Because I'm not ready. I never will be, the fluid named vengeance runs as blood in my veins and I’d be dead if not for it. I had hope, in the basement. Revenge was that hope. You see, I never lied when I said, I am a beast. The names on the diary, Archie killed them from the first page, since he’s locked up at Levi’s mansion, he couldn’t have finished them off. So, I’ll start from the end. Phoenix doesn’t know, he shouldn’t. He’s right, I don’t do walks, because I kill. But when did it start? When I had finally given up on this diary, I was about to throw it off the bridge. To start anew, fresh, road to unicorns and clouds and skies and everything bright. The water as blue as the sky, the sky I wanted to touch, and that day I realized I'm not meant to touch it. I took a deep breath, I had Phoenix’s poems, his emotions printed on his book, I don’t need
Grace- I’m not the narrator, this is my story. And I choose how I live it. However strong I may act, deep down I recall the moment when I held the gun before him and I didn’t feel powerful, I felt like a traitor. Weapons that sometimes make you feel invincible, take your strength away. The gun that’s supposed to save you, take your life, and all you see blood scattered around, his blood, Levi’s blood. So, the power I felt was nothing but my fears gushing inside to press the trigger and take his life. And no matter how hard I try, his face, is always before me. And the agony of his words never seems to fade. He said, he doesn’t know fancy words to woo girls, and I want scoff at him and forget about it. But it turns out that he is a liar, a rather professional one. I’d be lying if I said, I don’t think about him, I want to lie though. But whenever I close my eyes, a loop of memories hit me and as if I had less nightmares to live, Levi’s face added as a dressing on the top. My b
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